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Chapter 287 The Legend of the Mongolian Grassland, the Demon of the Southern Dynasties and the Guillotine

The north gate of Xiangyang City.

The arrows fell like rain, and the stones fell like hail. At every moment, many Song soldiers died. The Mongolian army rode the ladder and climbed to the top of the city like ants. At this time, hundreds of Mongolian soldiers have attacked the city. At the head, the roar of the Mongolian army was loud, one by one the centurion ants climbed up, and the Mongolian soldiers who climbed to the top of the city firmly guarded the wall behind them, clearing the way for Paoze who climbed the city behind.

Amidst the shouts from the top and bottom of the city, a group of brave men suddenly flashed out from the top of the city, holding swords and straightening their swords, and attacked the Mongolian soldiers who climbed up the city wall. Cloth robes, they don't form a formation when attacking and killing, but they are agile and agile. They are the heroes of the Song Dynasty who came to support.

The Mongolian soldiers who attacked the city were all warriors in the army, and they were invincible in all directions. But when they met this group of men, they fought several times and were defeated one by one.

One of the middle-aged men was especially mighty. This man was dressed in gray clothes and walked around with bare hands. When he saw someone in the Song army suffering, he immediately jumped over to make a rescue. , It's like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

And not far from him, there is a beautiful woman in a green shirt. She is holding a green bamboo stick, and her figure is extremely agile. The soldier fell to the ground immediately.

Once she was surrounded by the Mongolian soldiers, the green bamboo sticks were swung quickly, and the shadows of the sticks were all over the sky. Before the Mongolian soldiers knew what happened, their heads were bleeding and they were knocked down to the ground.

There is no dog in the world of dog-beating stick method.

This man and woman are Guo Jing and Huang Rong. After defeating several Mongolian generals, Huang Rong jumped to Guo Jing's side and said anxiously: "Brother Jing, this is not going to work! More and more Mongolian soldiers are climbing up the city wall. Qunhao Casualties have increased greatly, and if this continues, the entire army will be wiped out sooner or later."

Guo Jinghu launched a move called Kanglong Youhui, knocking several Mongolian soldiers flying down the city wall, and said in a concentrated voice: "Persevere, wait until father-in-law and Xiao Zhuangzhu arrive."

"Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang pattern from from from to toc..."

As soon as Guo Jing finished speaking, the sound of the piano sounded again, and this time, it was very close.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong were overjoyed when they heard the sound, "Great, Master Xiao has arrived."

"Attention the generals of the Great Song Dynasty and fellow martial artists, I, Xiao Peng, don't get entangled with the Mongols, and get out of the battle circle immediately, lest I accidentally injure my own people."

Xiao Peng's voice rolled over, and the martial arts heroes who heard his words were overjoyed. They left the battle group one after another after solving their opponents. dead carry.

"Clearly..."

The sound of the zither did not stop for a moment, mixed with the sound of the zither, there was the sound of piercing through the air, and then the Mongolian soldiers were horrified to find that when they approached the robes on the western city wall, their heads began to fly away from the body inexplicably, as if there were invisible swords, Cut off their heads.

Xiao Peng came rushing from the south gate, and rushed all the way from the west wall. Along the way, he encountered Mongolian soldiers who climbed up the city wall, and they all killed them without hesitation. However, on his own city wall, Xiao Peng couldn't use all his strength. Dragon Cry and Desperate Tianxian would blow up your own city wall, and the gain outweighed the loss, so I had to play the sound of "Flying String and Broken Throat" among the Tianlong Bayin, which has a relatively small attack range but is very powerful.

The Flying String Broken Throat does not shoot true qi bullets, but forms a sharp long strip of qi, which is no different from sword qi or saber qi. The main effect is cutting, which is why those Mongolian soldiers' heads are inexplicable. The reason for flying.

Xiao Peng held the piano with his left hand and played with his right hand. At this time, he did not spare any skill. Every burst of energy was nearly ten feet long, covering almost the entire corridor of the city wall. The feeling was like that in "Resident Evil". The laser channel is average.

Every qi that flies out can kill several Mongolian soldiers in a row before the qi is exhausted, and in this not-so-wide aisle of the tower, the effect of flying strings and cutting throats is no better than killing Tianxian Difference.

The laser in the laser channel is at least tangible and can be seen with the naked eye, but Xiao Peng's vigor is invisible, and martial arts masters can barely sense it, so they can dodge it, and those with advanced skills can even fight against it, but these are just Mongolian soldiers who are stronger than ordinary people can only be slaughtered.

The massacre continued. The aisle on the north wall was full of Mongol headless corpses. Occasionally, a few Song soldiers surrounded by Mongols were accidentally killed and their heads were in different places. Even if he didn't die under Xiao Peng's flying string and broken throat, he would be killed by the Mongols, and the death was even more tragic and painful.

"The generals of the Great Song Dynasty obey the order. If they cannot leave the battle group, they will immediately lie down on the spot." Xiao Peng shouted again.

"I'm Guo Jing, and the Song Army brothers will all follow what Master Xiao said."

After all, there are not many Mongolians who understand Chinese, and many Mongolians don't understand why they look at the Song soldiers who have been surrounded by themselves. Nima, even if they know that they will die, at least they must fight back when they are dying!What's the matter with giving up resistance like this and lying on the ground waiting to die?

He didn't even have the belief that killing one would make enough money, and killing two would earn one. No wonder Song Bing was defeated by the warriors of my Great Mongolian Kingdom.

However, just when those Mongolian soldiers held up their scimitars and were about to step forward to kill those Song soldiers who were prostrate on the ground, they suddenly found that their arms holding the sabers fell off like this. of darkness.

"Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clan from from from to to toss toss toss toss to pop..."

The seven or eight Song soldiers lying on the ground, feeling the invisible energy whistling above their heads, watched the Mongolian soldiers with different heads, or split into two, swallowed one after another, and looked at the Mongolian soldiers. Xiao Peng's eyes looked like gods.

Xiao Peng marched to those Song soldiers, held down the strings for a while, and smiled at them: "Brothers, you are all good, and all of you are heroes of my Song Dynasty. You have worked hard, and the next Leave the battle to me! I would like to ask you one thing, throw the corpses of these Mongolian soldiers on the tower and let them see, if they dare to invade my Great Song Dynasty, this will be their end."

At the moment when Xiao Peng stopped, some Mongolian soldiers had reacted and rushed towards Xiao Peng holding a scimitar, and there were more Mongolian soldiers rushing towards Xiao Peng behind.

Xiao Peng snorted coldly, and moved his right hand quickly again.

"Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clan from from from to to toss toss toss toss to pop..."

The massacre started again, and Xiao Peng walked forward while playing the piano. He was surrounded by a layer of protective energy. As soon as the arrows flying from the tower touched Xiao Peng's protective energy, they would It bounced back, flew back along the way it came from, plunged into the Mongolian army formation, and stabbed a hapless guy to death.

However, arrows are not ineffective. Every time Xiao Peng’s protective qi rebounds and attacks, it actually consumes a trace of his true qi, but it’s just so small that it’s almost negligible. The speed of the gun can't match, as long as it is not attacked by concentrated fire, thousands of arrows will be shot, and a few arrows will not threaten Xiao Peng.

Xiao Peng pushed forward all the way, killing heads and corpses all over the ground. Huang Yaoshi and others had already followed Xiao Peng, but no one made a sound, and no one dared to pass Xiao Peng and go forward.

When they first followed up, they were still full of horror, looking at the Tian Moqin in Xiao Peng's hands in disbelief, but gradually, they began to become numb, but followed Xiao Peng step by step, walking on the aisle of the north city wall. Advance west to east.

Xiao Peng finally pushed forward to the ladder set up by the Mongols. At this time, there were still a steady stream of Mongolian soldiers climbing up, but they had just come up, and before they could see the situation clearly, their heads fell off inexplicably. The Mongols who were guarding near the ladder The soldiers have all turned into headless corpses.

Xiao Peng kicked sideways on the ladder, a force of strength and softness spread down the ladder, and the ladder was broken into sawdust inch by inch, and the Mongolian soldiers who were still on the ladder were shocked It fell straight down, smashed into meat, and killed a few robes below. Xiao Peng kept kicking all the way, and all the ladders on the city wall were turned into sawdust.

The Mongolian soldiers on the city wall were terrified. They watched hundreds of robes beheaded like this without the ability to resist, but they couldn't even get close to the opponent. The opponent was still ten or twenty feet away from them. distance!

At this time, they could also see that all this was because of the piano in the opponent's hand. As long as the opponent played the piano, someone in their own side would lose their heads, and as soon as the sound of the piano stopped, no one would lose their heads.

Therefore, there is a legend circulating on the Mongolian prairie in the future. There was a terrifying demon in the Southern Dynasties. As long as he played the piano, the heads of those who heard the sound of the piano would fall off. Head song".

(End of this chapter)